"Do you know the Fuxi gossip map?" Zhang Mengmeng held the Zhenlong plate and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and asked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What picture?" Although Zeng Yifan has his grandfather's "House Luck Record", he can be regarded as the main owner of Zhenlongpan, but he really knows very little about additional things, or other things recorded in the book. If it weren't for that dream back to Daqin, I'm afraid that I would have always felt that this compass was just a chicken rib that couldn't even be a compass in the battle.

"Fu Xi, the head of the Three Emperors and the first of the Hundred Kings, is a thinker and inventor with great wisdom. Legend has it that it was he who first realized the gossip and drew the first gossip map. Zhang Mengmeng explained seriously.

"Oh, it's the one who married his sister Nuwa, it's just a legend, it's a god, how could people in the past be so smart." Zeng Yifan suddenly realized and said disapprerovitically.

It's really strange, since he is one of the three emperors and five emperors, the person who created the legend didn't establish a good image of the martyrs, and he had to get involved with his sister, which was really unscientific. Fortunately, none of the children and grandchildren have become disabled due to inbreeding.

Zeng Yifan has no interest in these ancient figures, let alone research. It is also unknown whether the horizontal and vertical really exist.

Belch! Zhang Mengmeng was a little sweaty, how the boy thought was so strange. Although marrying the Nuwa brothers and sisters is also one of the legends about Fuxi, it is not the point. People are not so particular about reproduction in order to reproduce.

According to legend, Fuxi took the body of the python, the head of the crocodile, the horns of the stag, the eyes of the tiger, the scales of the red carp, the feet of the monitor lizard, the claws of the goshawk, the tail of the white shark, and the whiskers of the fin whale, and created the totem dragon of the Chinese nation. This is where the descendants of the dragon come from. Zhang Mengmeng explained.

It is necessary to establish a positive image of Fuxi, otherwise, talking about Fuxi's gossip map is like talking about the spring palace map.

In fact, it is well documented that the Spring Palace Diagram was first used to ward off evil spirits. Because sexual intercourse between men and women was considered unclean in the early days, and painting this unclean behavior on the door can prevent ghosts from invading the room.

However, this topic can't be said, otherwise it will be more embarrassing than being warm in winter and cool in summer or meeting red envelopes.

"Even if Fu Xi created the totem of the dragon, and even created the gossip, it is all a legend, and my town dragon plate is true." In order to avoid being cold, and having no interest in Fu Xi, a man who slept with his sister, Zeng Yifan had no choice but to quietly bring the topic to reality.

"We have a Fuxi gossip map in our museum!" Zhang Mengmeng suddenly said with a solemn expression.

Belch! It's really fake. Which fake is so boring, even if he pretends to be Qin Shi Huang to write a sub-character, it is better than pretending to be Fuxi to draw a picture.

However, Zeng Yifan didn't dare to say this, otherwise, Zhang Mengmeng, who was full of enthusiasm for his work, would definitely throw himself face on the spot, and even give him a chance in the future.

"Oh, is it? So what's the mystery of this picture? Zeng Yifan could only follow Zhang Mengmeng's interest duplicitously.

"Come with me!" When Zhang Mengmeng heard that Zeng Yifan was interested in Fuxi's gossip map, he excitedly grabbed his hand.

Looking at the white and slender hand on his wrist, Zeng Yifan's heart beat faster, and he suddenly felt that following the girl's interest was simply the right choice. It doesn't matter if he is Fuxi or not, he can be with Zhang Mengmeng, and he is happy to recite Lao Maozi's quotations.

"Where are we going......" Until he was pulled downstairs and got into the car, Zeng Yifan was still a little relieved, it shouldn't be that he was going to open a room as soon as he was happy, but it was good to keep some thoughts.

This kind of thing is not something that only Zhao Dapeng and his ilk would think about, well, any man would think about it.

"Go to the museum." Zhang Mengmeng was holding the Zhenlong pan in his arms, and when he thought of verifying whether the Fuxi gossip map in the hall was the legendary one, he couldn't help himself, and his face turned crimson.

"The museum isn't open on Saturdays, is it?" Looking at Zhang Mengmeng's crimson face, Zeng Yifan thought about it a little, the passion in the office was not good for the first time.

"It's good that no one is talented, otherwise how can I do it." Zhang Mengmeng is bent on verifying this, of course, the more low-key the better. Otherwise, if you are found by your colleagues to take out the cultural relics without permission, you will be criticized lightly, and you will lose your job if you are heavy.

No talent is good...... Do! Zeng Yifan could no longer control himself and thought in a completely different direction. Museum, what a place with personality.

......

On the mountainside of Fuji Ridge, there is an old temple. Because the temple is small and dilapidated, and it is built on the rock wall in the air, the way out is not convenient, so there is almost no incense on weekdays.

"Is this Haihua Temple?" Zheng Zhengduo looked at the bare lintels and dilapidated walls, and looked at Shen Jingwen suspiciously. For him, he is willing to try any way to save his son. So much so that I walked all the way up the mountain to get here, and I was so tired that my face turned blue.

"I've been practicing with Master here for eight years, and I just hope that Master and his old man will still be willing to see me." After Shen Jingwen finished speaking, her eyes flashed with infinite remorse.

The scene of going down the mountain more than 20 years ago is imprinted in my mind again.

"Feng Shui nourishes people, but it can also kill people! If you change your life against the will of heaven, you will be punished by heaven, remember to remember! ”

"Disciples, remember Master's teachings."

However, back then, I was proud of my youth and talent, but I still went astray, so that although I enjoyed the glory and wealth, I lost my lover, lost my skills, and changed my appearance. Now the mother and daughter are not recognizable, and they are subjected to evil spirits every night to collect debts, and they can't sleep in a trance. These are all retribution.

It's just that I don't know if I can ask for his old man's understanding when I come to the master today, and give him a spell to save Zheng Jiahao's life.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Jingwen tapped on the door twice.

Not long after, a young monk about ten years old opened the door.

"Amitabha, two donors, today. The temple does not accept pilgrims, so please go back. The little monk clasped his hands together and said respectfully.

"Little Master, we're not here to offer incense, we're here to find someone."

Zheng Zhengduo looked at this clever and cute little monk, and thought that Zheng Jiahao was also so likable when he was a child, but somehow, since he was in high school, he has become more and more squirming. If he just plays with women and burns money, Zheng Zhengduo can connive at it, and the huge family business of the rising sun is enough for him to eat and wear for the rest of his life. But I didn't expect him to take drugs! It's just a matter of taking drugs, and now it's going to be dead.

Zheng Zhengduo got married and had children late because of hard work in his early years, and only had a son Zheng Jiahao in his thirties, and then gave birth to three daughters in a row. Now that he is almost sixty, if something happens to Zheng Jiahao, the Zheng family is afraid that it will really be broken.

"Who are the two donors looking for?"

"Excuse me, is Master Huaiyuan here?" Shen Jingwen said.

"Master Huaiyuan is not a guest, please go back." After the little monk finished speaking, he was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute!" Shen Jingwen took the first step to jam the door, and took out a red cloth bag from her arms: "Please ask the little master to hand over this thing to Master Huaiyuan." ”

"Okay then." The little monk took the red cloth bag and glanced at Shen Jingwen's hand stuck on the door.

Shen Jingwen hurriedly took her hand away and folded her hands together in apology.